ACT ONE SHATTER LIKE GLASS CHAPTER THREE SWEET ACRIMONY
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THE AIR IN NOVOKRIBIRSK COULD BREATHE LIFE INTO BLACK LUNGS. Kryia had never missed the fresh chill of Ravka's air more-in Ketterdam it was as if the coal had an everlasting grip on her throat and even in her sleep the strength didn't let up, it only spread further with each breath she took until she would be left as plagued on the inside as every other ill soul in its city. She assumed that process had already run its course on Dirtyhands. Who else poisons someone on first greeting?
Sinika's hand gripped her shoulder, firm and familial. "Your eyes doin' alright?" His words were spoken to her but his eyes remained wandering over the streets ahead of them and the civilians roaming between. Him and his scar had quite a reputation in Ravka, similar to her own in Ketterdam but at least in this side of their home country, people tended to grin up at him instead of reaching to chain him up for good.
Kryia looked up to him with a small grin and a squinted gaze, "All good, old man."
"Old? I'll show you old, you bloody runt." Sinika feigned a look of horror and playfully shoved her. The sound of her snorting laugh filled his ears as she haphazardly stumbled on the yellow cobblestone paths. It reminded him of the day she first learned to sharpen steel herself; that look of utter glee could cut every shadow that wished to come near her.
The pair's bickering halted once they heard a wolfish cackle come from behind them. Oriel looked between the pair of them with an amused grin, his hair rowdy as always, as well as the fur coat sat on his shoulders. "You pissheads are the spit of each other!" Though he yipped when Sinika swiped for his middle.
Sinika's arm hooked over his neck in a sweep Oriel could not escape. Their elder held now mercy when he brought the Inferni's head into his side in a tight headlock. "Do you hear that Kryia?" The boy squealed like a rabbit caught in a snare, his words becoming muffled.
